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Here, Whittaker thought he'd never see the day that Scavar's pride got him into real trouble. Styracosaurus were practically built to endure, sporting thick muscles and sturdy frills the likes of nothing else dwelling within the Kiama Islands. That was why he was so headstrong in the first place. That was also why he was the one tied to this tree, and Whittaker wasn't! When a midday stroll in search of mice lead the young Cryolophosaurus to his friend—Scava...

Boneice stumbled through the thick jungle. The vines here were very thick and some curled with thorns protruding. The icey, sunspotted Oviraptor was leading another fellow companion through the thick jungle, Cactus. “Come on, spikey head! Don't you wanna see this dome?” She taunted playfully.    It had been a long walk to reach this dome, a long slog ...

The gold tokens glimmered in the dappled sunlight, Eira sniffed them cautiously. Examining the items with great attention, deft claws carefully plucking out any of the coins which had been dented or rusted. It was disappointing really, most of the coins here and Doe had managed to find were damaged and unlikely to impress the elegant iguanodons. Feathers fluffed and smoothed as Eira lifted another coin in her beak, tossing it to the side with a loud metallic ...

The sun hung high, and the rim of the islands was once again flooded with summer heat. Shallow waves lapped at the sandy shores, and seafowl circled up ahead, squawking and yelling, ready to harass any unfortunate soul for even a scrap of food. For any land-locked fools, noon wasn’t the time to play at the beach. The sand was scorching hot thanks to the sun’s brutal rays, and there wasn’t anything worth risking burning their feet besides reaching the refre...

After many weeks spent assisting ovis, then euoplos, Fainel, Hummingbird, and Macaw had successfully infiltrated the heart of Atlantis. Macaw was eager to explore the old human facilities, and Fainel was curious as to what the iguanodons were up to, but their reception hadn’t exactly been warm. They’d been chased out of the city under threat of imprisonment, and even Macaw hadn’t dared to venture in again. That was, until they met a rather different sort of iguan...

Atlantis was everything their mother had described it to be, a green hell with glass ceilings and an endless pit of greenery to be swallowed in. Brambles stood up on the nearest elevated plain, barely a cliff against the side of the leaning banyan trees. No matter how she squinted or tilted her head, a path didn't reveal itself amongst the foliage. She growled to herself and walked down from the ledge, back down to the siblings she had brought as cannon fodder....